We sat in the Relief Society room of the Mojave Lane chapel, listening to a recording of music of an Asian country in our cultural refinement lesson. Our teacher played it for us toacquaint us with some aspects of our Church members' lives in that country.To our Western ears it was a cacophony of unfamiliar instruments playing 5 tone melodies in strangely accented rhythms.Women looked at one another and made faces.Then some started to titter and giggle.Disaster was looming.When the short recording stopped, Pat Nielsen intervened, raised her hand and asked for just a few moments to do an experiment with the women.She went quickly to the front, picked up the chalk, and in a few seconds wrote out on the blackboard about four bars of two rhythms to be performed simultaneously.Then, turning to the women she asked them to take out either their car keys or a pen or pencil.One rhythmic line she rehearsed with those shaking their car keys, the other then rehearsed tapping their pen on a hymnal.Then we performed together, repeating it several times.Like magic our ears became accustomed to the rhythm and it became interesting.The women then asked to hear the recording again.This time there were no weird looks or giggles.The bridge of understanding had been built by Pat, and the sisters invited to gain appreciation and love for their sisters across the sea.
They were different, this family that rented the house across the street from the Nielsens and next to us.They were not from Utah, were not LDS, and were black.The father managed a drugstore, and the mother was the lady preacher at Rock Canyon Church.The three young boys rode their bikes all over the lawns, theirs and ours, and climbed the trees to watch all that went on over the fence.
Soon the telephone rang, and it was Pat on the other end of the line, inviting us for a barbecue with this family.We arranged a time, divided up tasks, and gathered on the Nielsens' deck on a warm summer evening.It was a lovely time we had together.The children ate and then went down to the back yard to play, while the adults lingered over second helpings and got better acquainted.By the end of the evening we had made new friends and a sense of peace and calm acceptance reigned, thanks to Pat's friendly and inclusive demeanor.
Patricia Margaret Haglund Nielsen passed away February 7, 2009 at her home in Provo, Utah. Pat was born to Roger W. Haglund and Margaret Nitz April 27, 1936 in Los Angeles, California.
She attended UCLA and Columbia Teachers college in New York. She taught music for elementary teachers at Brigham Young University. While teaching at BYU, she met and married F. Kent Nielsen.
Pat was devoted to her Heavenly Father and was very active in the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. She served in the West German mission, on the Primary General Board, and as a trainer at the Utah South Area Family History Center. She also served in many music callings, her favorite being teaching music in the Primary.
She loved everyone she met and went out of her way to welcome everyone into her home and her life. Pat is survived by an uncle Wilford Knights; her two brothers Roger and Wayne Haglund; her husband Kent Nielsen; 7 children: Kathy Behling (Karl), Jeff (Megan), Rebecca, Sharon, Greg (Becky), Tricia, and John (Alicia) Nielsen; 12 grandchildren: Emily Anderson (Shaun), Jesse Behling, Katie Kerttula (Eevert), and Michael Behling; Jared, Jessica, Kyle, and Joshua Nielsen; Drew, Jacob, Aubrey, and Aaron Nielsen; and 4 great-grandchildren: Gabby and Rhianna Anderson, Alyssa and Chloe Kerttula. She will be greatly missed by all who knew her.
Funeral services will be held on Satuday, February 14, 2009 at 10:30 AM at the Edgemont South Stake Center, 350 E. 2950 N. Provo, Utah.
Viewing for family and friends on Friday, February 13th 6:30 to 9:00 PM and Saturday 9-10 AM. Interment at the Pleasant Grove Cemetery.
We would love to hear your memories of Pat. Please send us an email at mynielsenfamily@gmail.com. Thank you!
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